On a whim, Willow touched Jasper’s forehead, detecting a subtle warmth that piqued her concern. Leaning closer, she inquired with a hint of worry, “You’re so warm. Are you sick?”

Sick? It’s all because of you. “No, it’s just too stuffy here,” he murmured, trying not to blame anyone or anything.

Then, she extended her hand again to cautiously gauge his forehead’s temperature. Right. He’s not running a fever. He’s just sweating. “You should go outside for some fresh air,” she suggested, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.

Willow’s words had an instant effect, propelling Jasper to his feet, and he walked out. With his departure came a gust of cold air, but undeterred, she swiftly claimed his vacated place, basking in the lingering warmth he had left behind.

When he stepped outside, a sudden gust of icy wind embraced him. Suddenly, his keen eyes caught sight of a boat emerging from the misty sea, steadily drawing closer to the island. In an instant, he darted back to the equipment storage, grabbed the binoculars, and eagerly trained them on the approaching vessel. Sure enough, it was heading straight for the same island he now stood upon.

His face creased with concern, and he hurriedly approached Winston’s tent, saying, “There’s a boat approaching. Wake everyone up.” There’s urgency in his voice.

no time rousing his fellow team members. At the sound of the commotion, Willow emerged from her tent,

her mind. Why would there be

Is it a

smile. After saying this,

whispered in a gentle hush. No matter the circumstance, he vowed to

to her eyes

eyes searching for answers as

as she responded,

the person on the boat? We have nothing to fear as long as they harbor

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